Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 19, 2021 15:44:24 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] Thea smiled as Left Ear thanked her for the saline, knowing that she might of caught the Sivaoan by surprise by bringing it over. However until they had additional help it was a case of adopting a dual role and so far the injuries had been minor. That was definitely a good thing but at the same time, it could change with very little notice. Once she was back at the cot and the elderly man who was now swaddled in the blanket that she had given him. The Talorians may naturally be wary of the fleeters but hopefully this would go some way to change that perception. Besides all she could do was be herself and that's what she did as she spoke to him. Not taking too long in reassuring him as she worked on his cuts and bruises. Leaving him to warm up before moving onto the next patient.
Several Talorians the entered the tent thanks to the Princess's encouragement. One was a little girl around four years old who became fascinated with Left Ear's tail. Inching closer despite her mother's warnings in order to touch it.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Left Ear to-Ennien - Medical Tent] Left Ear had just about finished treating the Talorian male's injury when she felt a light touch against the end of her tail, which she'd let fall back to trail along the ground. Not really safe with so many people milling about, she realized. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the Sivaoan realized it was a small child, so she left her tail in place, other than the tiniest of twitches, and finished closing up the wound she was working on. ' There, you should be good as new. Rest here for a while and we'll find out where you need to go next.' Left Ear realized that was a question she needed to ask Thea, but she didn't want to frighten the child away, so she remained crouched and turned slowly, her tail long enough to not pull away as she did so. ' Hello,' Left Ear said gently. ' My name is Left Ear. Are you here for one of us to have a look at you?' She stayed balanced on her legs rather than dropping her hands to the ground as she would normally have in that position since she was still wearing the sterile gloves. She'd re-sterilize them before the next patient, but there was no point in adding more dirt unnecessarily. ---------- Tag Thea Baker
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 19, 2021 18:26:12 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Part of Niles expected he would be swarmed the moment he got close, but between his actions and the words of both the Captain and Kaela, it would seem the angry mob was calmed, for now. Well, the Captain had told him that actions, and gestures, spoke much louder than words... and that simple nod from the father who accepted his coat and draped it across his children's shoulders spoke volumes. It didn't matter if the Talorian Primary hated the Federation, if Talorian religious extremists were willing to butcher civilians for their rituals. What mattered was that a very simple rapport could be established... and it would seem that giving one the coat off their back in a downpour was pretty much universal all right. By the time he had returned to Captain Eastman's side, he duty jacket was already saturated with water, and it was starting to seep into his shirt Before long, he knew he would be thoroughly miserable, and given the sheer amount of supplies needed to be beamed down from the Mac, there was no telling when he might be able to get a fresh jacket sent down... and it would seem Captain Eastman had thought of such things, and when she directed him to her pack, he offered a nod. "Thank you, Captain,", he answered before opening the specified compartment. He wasn't sure what he was going to find given her nature and temperament, but he expected to find something suitably neutral and not... this. The poncho's colour was positively retina-burning to the young Lieutenant's sensibilities, but at this point in time, beggars could not afford to be choosers, and the fact he had no idea when he would get to stop shivering was all the motivation he needed to extract the aggressively coloured poncho and drape it over his shoulders, and cinching it as tight as he could to his waist as to maximize heat retention for the time being. And then, something dawned on him. However, the hood was a little tight on him and he could not bring it up comfortably, which meant that the cold rain was mercilessly hammering at his head, stinging against what was indeed turning into a spectacular shiner. "Captain, I have an idea." Those could be dangerous words coming from a junior officer, but he figured he had a handle on things. "When I was in the CP, there were reports that unrest are blocking evacuation routes. Refugees have no way here right now, and they're stuck in the weather. We could get the Mac to replicate ponchos made of the same materials as our coats, and have them beamed along the evacuation lines. More convenient than blankets, easier to replicate in large numbers than jackets since we'd only need what, two sizes between children and adults? Even sending a few crates here wouldn't go amiss with the refugees already in the camp."= [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp, Talor City] Isaiah was looking at the data that they were accumulating and listening to Cerjess as well. On the bright side, it seemed that calmer heads had prevailed for the time being. Thus, he wanted to be sure to take advantage of it. What bothered Quinn was still the cause. This drastic weather was merely a symptom. Hearing Cerjess, Isaiah nodded as his brain began to turn ideas over in his head. "We could try to establish a weather modification net. A series of probes could be modified to act as satellites that would take some of the zing out of these storms," Isaiah mused aloud. "It's a temporary fix at best... and would likely have to be directed manually."Isaiah sighed. "Until we get to the cause, things will continue to get progressively worse," Isaiah stated. He then turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, any objection to us having the Mac modify and launch those probes into a geosynchronous orbit? The Talorians would see an effect, but it's imperative they understand that this would be a temporary fix at best. We're still working on the cause of all this." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy would have liked to simply accept Niles' idea as is. It was a compassionate idea, not to mention a logistically straightforward one. However, it was also politically fraught, since staying dry was clearly a privilege restricted to the likes of Primary L'Sho. "If the Primary agrees, we can do that."Then, her attention went to Quinn. She motioned for Niles to stay put for just a moment. "Permission granted. Mr. Niles, inform the Primary of this as well, and make sure he is aware, and - and this is critical - that he makes the people aware, that the relief provided will be temporary, and the work is far from finished. Keep it all very concise for him, but clear and unambiguous."Judy knew the way the game was played, and she knew L'Sho was a reluctant and at best untrustworthy partner, so she wasn't content to leave it at that. "Gentlemen, if the probes do falter, how much advance notice will we have?" she asked.
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 20, 2021 9:56:55 GMT
[Medical Tent - Prime Camp] The little girl had never seen a tail like it before as even the creatures that frequented their home weren't as spectacular as the one she had touched. However when the tails owner realised what she had done, the girl froze wide eyed unsure what to do. She was definitely in trouble now and looked at her Mother before Left Ear spoke to her. To scared to speak and unsure what to do, the little girl ran back to her Mother and hid behind her, peeking out slightly as the Mother acknowledged the Bataq doctor. " Mi'Ka isn't hurt, only curious" she began, then gestured to her mate. " Mi'Ka's Father is hurt".
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Apr 20, 2021 20:29:04 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp, Talor City] Isaiah was looking at the data that they were accumulating and listening to Cerjess as well. On the bright side, it seemed that calmer heads had prevailed for the time being. Thus, he wanted to be sure to take advantage of it. What bothered Quinn was still the cause. This drastic weather was merely a symptom. Hearing Cerjess, Isaiah nodded as his brain began to turn ideas over in his head. "We could try to establish a weather modification net. A series of probes could be modified to act as satellites that would take some of the zing out of these storms," Isaiah mused aloud. "It's a temporary fix at best... and would likely have to be directed manually."Isaiah sighed. "Until we get to the cause, things will continue to get progressively worse," Isaiah stated. He then turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, any objection to us having the Mac modify and launch those probes into a geosynchronous orbit? The Talorians would see an effect, but it's imperative they understand that this would be a temporary fix at best. We're still working on the cause of all this." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy would have liked to simply accept Niles' idea as is. It was a compassionate idea, not to mention a logistically straightforward one. However, it was also politically fraught, since staying dry was clearly a privilege restricted to the likes of Primary L'Sho. "If the Primary agrees, we can do that."Then, her attention went to Quinn. She motioned for Niles to stay put for just a moment. "Permission granted. Mr. Niles, inform the Primary of this as well, and make sure he is aware, and - and this is critical - that he makes the people aware, that the relief provided will be temporary, and the work is far from finished. Keep it all very concise for him, but clear and unambiguous."Judy knew the way the game was played, and she knew L'Sho was a reluctant and at best untrustworthy partner, so she wasn't content to leave it at that. "Gentlemen, if the probes do falter, how much advance notice will we have?" she asked. [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Well, it would seem that Niles' idea had merit in the Captain's eyes, but obviously there were other factors at play. Such as playing nice with the Talorians. And unless the Tactical Officer was sorely mistaken, the Old Lady didn't much care for the Primary herself. Well, at least there was that, he wasn't alone in disliking that bastard. And just as he was about to acknowledge her order, she stopped him after considering Commander Quinn's own request. Setting up an interim climate control grid? That was... ambitious all right, and something far beyond Niles' own level of expertise. But if it meant helping these people? Those civilians who were not their leaders or their religious zealots? He could certainly get behind the effort. And, with his orders amended, he offered a nod. "Aye Captain," he simply said before setting back for the command post, not giving a good goddamn about what might be thought about his borrowed pink poncho. Upon entering the warmer, and far dryer, confines of the tent, he made directly from the Primary and came to a stop near that man. "Primary L'Sho, Captain Eastman's compliments. Given how many of your people are without suitable clothing, Captain Eastman would like to start beaming down weatherproof clothing in this camp and along the blocked evacuation routes before your people start suffering from exposure. Furthermore, we have the capability to deploy a temporary weather stabilization grid. However the Captain emphasizes that you and your people must be made fully aware that such an effort will not last long, but should ameliorate things while the root causes are determined and a plan to address them is formulated. Do we have your permission to proceed, Sir?"
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Apr 21, 2021 8:08:10 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] Now that they had the benefit of heat and protection from the rain thanks to the tent. Thea took off her jacket and set it to one side out of the way and activated the last heating unit. Spacing them out for practicality whilst keeping everyone safe from tripping or from accidentally knocking into them. Then she began to scan an elderly Talorian man, speaking to him reassuringly as she noted his injuries and provided him with a blanket. When she then heard Left Ear ask for saline, Thea retrieved a bottle from a nearby equipment crate along with one for herself, before going over. " Here Left Ear, I've got the saline for you" she replied warmly as she handed the bottle over before returning to her own patient. Depending on numbers, Thea considered requesting additional back up, but for now decided that between her and Left Ear they could manage for now. ******************** [ Elana - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] Elana wasn't so naive and hopeful to think that her words alone would reassure and encourage her people not to fear the Bataqs. However as the rain began to fall and the droplets got even colder, even she was beginning to struggle a little. Ignoring the shiver down her spine as she needed to help, needed to prove to herself that she wasn't like L'Sho or what the people assumed her to be. Some refused point blank and huddled together away from the medical tent to tend to wounds and to keep warm. Whilst a few others entered the tent to observe the fleet doctors at work. It was definitely a start as Elana noticed how the Elder had fallen silent. That's when the Princess had an idea and spoke to him quietly. " I'm not a healer and I know that some of our people will refuse the Bataqs help. So Elder would you help me distribute blankets and food?. Perhaps offer a prayer or words of wisdom to those who need it?".[Kaela - Plaza, Prime Camp, Talor City]Kaela remained silent while the Captain addressed the crowd, and though she feared that this exchange would not end well, she was also struck by the many differences apparent between her people and theirs. It was not really in their nature to help in such a way without expectation for payment in some form. She understood then why her people were suspicious; it wasn't their fault, their experiences and their culture were just very, very different. She might have been more suspicious of these outsiders herself had she not listened to all of her father's logs about them - the very same logs that they'd graciously returned to her. When the Lieutenant spoke up, and then trailed off, she cocked her head. She had no idea that Talor had officially requested assistance, though she was glad that it wasn't expanded upon, as that might enrage them further. When the younglings were approached with the coat, she finally spoke. "They help us and ask for nothing in return. You do not have to believe that, but you should believe that our planet is in crisis and that we need all the help we can get."Part of the gathered crowd, seemingly quieted by the appearance of L'Sho's officers, had already wandered off. Kaela hoped that the Federationers had at least convinced them to stop throwing produce. Her attention briefly turned toward Quinn and Lt. Miren, hoping that they were alright. [Prime Camp - Talor City] The remaining five protesters paused with various handfuls of jumjum and other fruits in their hands when the one wearing a strange something on their eyes decided to stop hiding and start speaking to them. They still remained wary, questions forming in their minds before another young one threw a jum jum in her direction, which came close to hitting her properly. However when she then mentioned the scientists and asked them to give them space. The leader wasn't sure before the one wearing yellow spoke after her. Curiosity mixed with residual anger at his words followed until he removed his protective garment and offered it to a man and his younglings. If this was some kind of trick then they would pay for such treachery until the Talorian scientist spoke again. Perhaps she was right but they would not trust these people yet but they did confer about helping their home. " We will give you the space that you need but time is needed before we fully trust these Bataqs".Then they backed off towards shelter, keeping the group within sight as the father accepted the coat with a nod and wrapped it around his younglings.
[ L'Shaya - Prime Camp, Talor City] As she finished the most ancient of hymns, L'Shaya locked her gaze towards her brother as he bothered to actually look outside at the commotion being aimed at the Bataqs. The gods were truly looking down as it began to calm down before he looked towards her. She could see the disdain and how he was likely finding the exchange and her presence highly amusing. Although she would have the last laugh when the gods finally brought Talor back from the brink of despair. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy had a dream scenario, in which her words led to a technically-minded Q&A session - the kind of extended interaction that was both her comfort zone and area of strength. However, under the circumstances, getting space for the scientists to work was a significant win. "Thank you," she said, gently, to the protesters as they backed away. She would, of course, make herself available if any came back to her with questions, armed with all the usual tools. With that immediate tension gone, she turned her mind to Lt. Niles. By interjecting with cold, political backstory details, he could well have squandered some goodwill, but he had contributed a net positive by donating his coat. A mixed set of behaviors, to be analyzed - good and bad together - later. Right now, hypothermia was the greater risk. "Lieutenant, I have a rain poncho and another umbrella in my bag, in the second compartment from the back," she indicated. "Might not be your style, but they'll keep you dry."The poncho was in an orchid-pink color, rather feminine but nothing outlandish, whereas the spare umbrella was adorned with Helen Eastman[fn]Granddaughter, age 3[/fn]'s favorite My Little Targ characters. It was quite clear what demographics usually benefited from the contents of this backpack. Next, Judy turned her head to look at Kaela, who had been quite helpful. "It's remarkable how every culture, no matter how sophisticated, keeps some inherent mistrust of outsiders," she mused, implying quite strongly that she understood the suspicion, and took no offense by it. After attending a conference on Cardassia Prime in the year 2377, a chilly reception could no longer offend the Captain. [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Talor City]The Trill's gaze remained focused intently on the PADD in his hand, though he nodded in acknowledgement of Quinn's statements. The computer's analysis would be a great help, though he wasn't sure how he felt about being an 'ace in the hole'. So intent was his focus, that he didn't even seem to notice the fruit flying past him towards the other members of the away team, though he did notice the shouting quieted down a bit after a few minutes. Good. It seemed someone had bought them a little more time. "Bedrock is significantly closer to the surface than on most Class-M planets. That would definitely cause the topsoil to erode far quicker than usual under these constant onslaughts." It wasn't the entire answer, but at least it was a start. "While we're waiting on the meteorological data to finish compiling, we can figure out a way to stabilize the ground to help reduce the floods and landslides." He paused then, at last glancing up at the scientist beside him. "Though off the top of my head I have no idea how we'd do that." Perhaps the Department Chief's experience would be beneficial in that area, or maybe he'd know someone else with experience there. {Spoiler}[ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]
[...] "Captain, I have an idea." Those could be dangerous words coming from a junior officer, but he figured he had a handle on things. "When I was in the CP, there were reports that unrest are blocking evacuation routes. Refugees have no way here right now, and they're stuck in the weather. We could get the Mac to replicate ponchos made of the same materials as our coats, and have them beamed along the evacuation lines. More convenient than blankets, easier to replicate in large numbers than jackets since we'd only need what, two sizes between children and adults? Even sending a few crates here wouldn't go amiss with the refugees already in the camp."[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp, Talor City] Isaiah was looking at the data that they were accumulating and listening to Cerjess as well. On the bright side, it seemed that calmer heads had prevailed for the time being. Thus, he wanted to be sure to take advantage of it. What bothered Quinn was still the cause. This drastic weather was merely a symptom. Hearing Cerjess, Isaiah nodded as his brain began to turn ideas over in his head. "We could try to establish a weather modification net. A series of probes could be modified to act as satellites that would take some of the zing out of these storms," Isaiah mused aloud. "It's a temporary fix at best... and would likely have to be directed manually."Isaiah sighed. "Until we get to the cause, things will continue to get progressively worse," Isaiah stated. He then turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, any objection to us having the Mac modify and launch those probes into a geosynchronous orbit? The Talorians would see an effect, but it's imperative they understand that this would be a temporary fix at best. We're still working on the cause of all this."
Tag: Judith Eastman , Syl O'Connell (Cerjess) Soft Tag: Joshua Niles , Charlie Fox (Kaela) [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Part of Niles expected he would be swarmed the moment he got close, but between his actions and the words of both the Captain and Kaela, it would seem the angry mob was calmed, for now. Well, the Captain had told him that actions, and gestures, spoke much louder than words... and that simple nod from the father who accepted his coat and draped it across his children's shoulders spoke volumes. It didn't matter if the Talorian Primary hated the Federation, if Talorian religious extremists were willing to butcher civilians for their rituals. What mattered was that a very simple rapport could be established... and it would seem that giving one the coat off their back in a downpour was pretty much universal all right. By the time he had returned to Captain Eastman's side, he duty jacket was already saturated with water, and it was starting to seep into his shirt Before long, he knew he would be thoroughly miserable, and given the sheer amount of supplies needed to be beamed down from the Mac, there was no telling when he might be able to get a fresh jacket sent down... and it would seem Captain Eastman had thought of such things, and when she directed him to her pack, he offered a nod. "Thank you, Captain,", he answered before opening the specified compartment. He wasn't sure what he was going to find given her nature and temperament, but he expected to find something suitably neutral and not... this. The poncho's colour was positively retina-burning to the young Lieutenant's sensibilities, but at this point in time, beggars could not afford to be choosers, and the fact he had no idea when he would get to stop shivering was all the motivation he needed to extract the aggressively coloured poncho and drape it over his shoulders, and cinching it as tight as he could to his waist as to maximize heat retention for the time being. And then, something dawned on him. However, the hood was a little tight on him and he could not bring it up comfortably, which meant that the cold rain was mercilessly hammering at his head, stinging against what was indeed turning into a spectacular shiner. "Captain, I have an idea." Those could be dangerous words coming from a junior officer, but he figured he had a handle on things. "When I was in the CP, there were reports that unrest are blocking evacuation routes. Refugees have no way here right now, and they're stuck in the weather. We could get the Mac to replicate ponchos made of the same materials as our coats, and have them beamed along the evacuation lines. More convenient than blankets, easier to replicate in large numbers than jackets since we'd only need what, two sizes between children and adults? Even sending a few crates here wouldn't go amiss with the refugees already in the camp."= [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp, Talor City] Isaiah was looking at the data that they were accumulating and listening to Cerjess as well. On the bright side, it seemed that calmer heads had prevailed for the time being. Thus, he wanted to be sure to take advantage of it. What bothered Quinn was still the cause. This drastic weather was merely a symptom. Hearing Cerjess, Isaiah nodded as his brain began to turn ideas over in his head. "We could try to establish a weather modification net. A series of probes could be modified to act as satellites that would take some of the zing out of these storms," Isaiah mused aloud. "It's a temporary fix at best... and would likely have to be directed manually."Isaiah sighed. "Until we get to the cause, things will continue to get progressively worse," Isaiah stated. He then turned towards Captain Eastman. "Captain, any objection to us having the Mac modify and launch those probes into a geosynchronous orbit? The Talorians would see an effect, but it's imperative they understand that this would be a temporary fix at best. We're still working on the cause of all this." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy would have liked to simply accept Niles' idea as is. It was a compassionate idea, not to mention a logistically straightforward one. However, it was also politically fraught, since staying dry was clearly a privilege restricted to the likes of Primary L'Sho. "If the Primary agrees, we can do that."Then, her attention went to Quinn. She motioned for Niles to stay put for just a moment. "Permission granted. Mr. Niles, inform the Primary of this as well, and make sure he is aware, and - and this is critical - that he makes the people aware, that the relief provided will be temporary, and the work is far from finished. Keep it all very concise for him, but clear and unambiguous."Judy knew the way the game was played, and she knew L'Sho was a reluctant and at best untrustworthy partner, so she wasn't content to leave it at that. "Gentlemen, if the probes do falter, how much advance notice will we have?" she asked.
Tag Syl O'Connell , Isaiah Quinn , Joshua Niles [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]What Commander Quinn suggested wasn't quite what the junior scientist had in mind, but it would work to give them more time to figure out something more permanent. So the Trill simply nodded and turned his attention back to the PADD and the incoming readings as Quinn spoke with the Captain. Hearing the question posed, however, he spoke up once more, though didn't lift his gaze this time. "The net failing shouldn't make the storm approach any faster than it already is. It's basically just... hitting a pause button, as it were." Of course, something could always go wrong that would change that, but he chose not to go into those possibilities. Especially considering the unlikelihood of any of those faults actually happening. Miren's brow furrowed at something on the PADD, and he walked over to one of the pylons, tapping in a few commands. A bright light flashed between the equipment, and he glanced up at the sky before back down at the readings once more. Could it really be that simple...? He reached under his jacket to tap his badge. =A="Lt. Miren to the Mac. Can the ship sensors reach this system's sun from your current location? I need some general readings sent down if possible."=A= He hadn't expected the problem to be celestial, otherwise he would have requested the readings before he left the ship.
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 21, 2021 8:20:17 GMT
[Talor City - Talor Prime] If the Fleeters thought that the icy rain was bad, that was nothing compared to what happened next as the bigger storm finally reached the city. The ice rain became even heavier, turning some of the droplets into globules of pure ice. The wind started to pick up, howling loudly as the sea began to writhe, the waves crashing over the shoreline, covering anything and everything in its path. Terrified Talorians tried to flee its watery wrath, however not everyone escaped. Those that did cried and wailed, as they ran into the camp, desperate to find shelter and not become a sacrifice to the gods. L'Shaya and her followers began to pray whilst those who had challenged the Fleeters huddled together and joined in, hoping that the gods would spare them. Time was running out for those who called the planet home and for the away teams as the storm threatened to cut off communication with the ship. However they did answer Lieutenant Miren. =/\= Mac to Miren, yes we should be able to get those readings for you. However be advised that we might lose communications due to interference from the storm. It's covered most of the planet and shows no sign of slowing down =/\For a moment it seemed as though the channel had cut out until the voice of the duty officer spoke once more. =/\= We're still getting you those readings, however we did pick up solar flare activity =/\=
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Apr 21, 2021 14:40:28 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ][...] Upon entering the warmer, and far dryer, confines of the tent, he made directly from the Primary and came to a stop near that man. "Primary L'Sho, Captain Eastman's compliments. Given how many of your people are without suitable clothing, Captain Eastman would like to start beaming down weatherproof clothing in this camp and along the blocked evacuation routes before your people start suffering from exposure. Furthermore, we have the capability to deploy a temporary weather stabilization grid. However the Captain emphasizes that you and your people must be made fully aware that such an effort will not last long, but should ameliorate things while the root causes are determined and a plan to address them is formulated. Do we have your permission to proceed, Sir?" [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]Primary L'Sho's aides bristled at the interruption. The man himself, however, made little show of any feeling at all. These people were obnoxious and tiresome, and he found himself missing the simpler times when all of their attention remained focused on their own system. "My people are semiaquatic, Lieutenant. But if your people want to waste their own resources protecting water-based Mammalia from... more water, then so be it."Another round of reports were handed to him, these in hastily written format. He sighed as he glanced at them, and then considered the question surrounding this stablisation grid. Under normal circumstances, when the planet faced damage on such a scale, his voice should be the sole of rule. Unfortunately, even though his forces would have to oversee evacuations and the relocation, shelter and feeding of so many millions of Talorians, he would have to run this by the others. The chance that they'd use this against him and present this option as blasphemous to the people was too high. "I must consult with the Council of Scholars. Excuse me."L'Sho stepped away, handing back the reports to his aides as he moved. He kept walking until he found himself in a less crowded corner of the tent, and muttered an order to an officer to open the required channels. T'Rok stepped into the space the Primary had just vacated in order to make sure the Fed didn't follow. He smiled a small, strange grin at Niles. Five long, agonising minutes later, Primary L'Sho returned. "You may deploy your grid. However, the Council has insisted that they be kept apprised of everything you do on this planet from now on." He said nothing else, but his jaw did tighten noticeably.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 21, 2021 15:04:38 GMT
[Medical Tent - Prime Camp] The little girl had never seen a tail like it before as even the creatures that frequented their home weren't as spectacular as the one she had touched. However when the tails owner realised what she had done, the girl froze wide eyed unsure what to do. She was definitely in trouble now and looked at her Mother before Left Ear spoke to her. To scared to speak and unsure what to do, the little girl ran back to her Mother and hid behind her, peeking out slightly as the Mother acknowledged the Bataq doctor. " Mi'Ka isn't hurt, only curious" she began, then gestured to her mate. " Mi'Ka's Father is hurt".
Tag Ozu Saya[ Left Ear to-Ennien - Medical Tent] Left Ear's head lifted as the pounding of the rain intensified against the fabric of the tent. It made her nervous, but she tried not to show it as she turned back to the little girl and addressed her gently, ' Then I think we should take care of Mi'Ka's father.' She gestured the male to an empty bed and collected her medkit before following. A quick scan sobered the Sivaoan. Left Ear ran a deeper scan, then offered what she hoped was a reassuring look to the little girl and her mother before walking as quickly as she dared over to Thea. Trying to speak in a tone that the human doctor would be able to hear over the pounding rain and ice but not carry to anyone else in the tent was challenging. ' Doctor, that man is going to need surgery. He's got internal bleeding from spleen, or what passes for one. I don't feel comfortable taking lead on this, but I can assist you.' Actually, the Sivaoan had experience operating in less than ideal conditions, but only on her own people. She didn't want her first time operating solo on a Talorian to be in a tent being violently lashed by rain and ice. ---------- Tag Thea Baker
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 21, 2021 16:57:56 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] As the wind began to howl and the storm got even stronger, Thea could only hope that the medical tent was sturdy enough to withstand the intensity of what was going on outside. She knew that a worse storm was on its way but clearly it had decided to show up earlier than anticipated. Which of course would make things that more difficult. However all they could do was continue, help the injured and sick and hope that a solution was found quickly. With that in mind, Thea helped two other Talorians to spare cots, administering both treatment and reassurance before Left Ear came over to her. The CMO could barely hear her over the noise but understood what was being said. She also had no issue with the Sivaoan assisting rather than taking the lead, especially with the circumstances that they were in. " That's understandable Left Ear, this isn't normal circumstances so let's get him prepped for surgery and you can definitely assist".Mi'Ka and her Mother stood out of the way, huddled together as the Bataqs took care of the Father, hoping that the gods would save him by letting them help.
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Apr 22, 2021 7:44:26 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ Elana - Prime Camp, Talor City] Given what she had seen and wanting to do what was right by their people. Elana knew that she had to rely on the Elder and hope that her words would reach the part of him that everyone admired and listened too. Until the Bataqs succeeded in changing everyone's perception of them, Elana had to be that vessel that bridged the gap between her people and the outsiders. Whilst at the same time, she couldn't forget who she was and what she represented. It was a journey that she was willing to take and when Kohr'don the stepped before the crowd and began to speak. Elana smiled, feeling his words wash over her as the crowd reacted to his wisdom. It was truly breathtaking to witness and it was if she could feel the truth and the strength that they gained from it. " Our Elder is most wise and we will never forget these awful times. However our faith remains strong as we look to a new Talor, one that is prosperous as long as we respect the gods".Then as the stewards began to hand out supplies, Elana stood by Kohr'don and quietly spoke to him. " Thank you, Elder, I found that just as rewarding as our people did".[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]Judy would have liked to simply accept Niles' idea as is. It was a compassionate idea, not to mention a logistically straightforward one. However, it was also politically fraught, since staying dry was clearly a privilege restricted to the likes of Primary L'Sho. "If the Primary agrees, we can do that."Then, her attention went to Quinn. She motioned for Niles to stay put for just a moment. "Permission granted. Mr. Niles, inform the Primary of this as well, and make sure he is aware, and - and this is critical - that he makes the people aware, that the relief provided will be temporary, and the work is far from finished. Keep it all very concise for him, but clear and unambiguous."Judy knew the way the game was played, and she knew L'Sho was a reluctant and at best untrustworthy partner, so she wasn't content to leave it at that. "Gentlemen, if the probes do falter, how much advance notice will we have?" she asked. [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Well, it would seem that Niles' idea had merit in the Captain's eyes, but obviously there were other factors at play. Such as playing nice with the Talorians. And unless the Tactical Officer was sorely mistaken, the Old Lady didn't much care for the Primary herself. Well, at least there was that, he wasn't alone in disliking that bastard. And just as he was about to acknowledge her order, she stopped him after considering Commander Quinn's own request. Setting up an interim climate control grid? That was... ambitious all right, and something far beyond Niles' own level of expertise. But if it meant helping these people? Those civilians who were not their leaders or their religious zealots? He could certainly get behind the effort. And, with his orders amended, he offered a nod. "Aye Captain," he simply said before setting back for the command post, not giving a good goddamn about what might be thought about his borrowed pink poncho. Upon entering the warmer, and far dryer, confines of the tent, he made directly from the Primary and came to a stop near that man. "Primary L'Sho, Captain Eastman's compliments. Given how many of your people are without suitable clothing, Captain Eastman would like to start beaming down weatherproof clothing in this camp and along the blocked evacuation routes before your people start suffering from exposure. Furthermore, we have the capability to deploy a temporary weather stabilization grid. However the Captain emphasizes that you and your people must be made fully aware that such an effort will not last long, but should ameliorate things while the root causes are determined and a plan to address them is formulated. Do we have your permission to proceed, Sir?" [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]What Commander Quinn suggested wasn't quite what the junior scientist had in mind, but it would work to give them more time to figure out something more permanent. So the Trill simply nodded and turned his attention back to the PADD and the incoming readings as Quinn spoke with the Captain. Hearing the question posed, however, he spoke up once more, though didn't lift his gaze this time. "The net failing shouldn't make the storm approach any faster than it already is. It's basically just... hitting a pause button, as it were." Of course, something could always go wrong that would change that, but he chose not to go into those possibilities. Especially considering the unlikelihood of any of those faults actually happening. Miren's brow furrowed at something on the PADD, and he walked over to one of the pylons, tapping in a few commands. A bright light flashed between the equipment, and he glanced up at the sky before back down at the readings once more. Could it really be that simple...? He reached under his jacket to tap his badge. =A="Lt. Miren to the Mac. Can the ship sensors reach this system's sun from your current location? I need some general readings sent down if possible."=A= He hadn't expected the problem to be celestial, otherwise he would have requested the readings before he left the ship. [Talor City - Talor Prime] If the Fleeters thought that the icy rain was bad, that was nothing compared to what happened next as the bigger storm finally reached the city. The ice rain became even heavier, turning some of the droplets into globules of pure ice. The wind started to pick up, howling loudly as the sea began to writhe, the waves crashing over the shoreline, covering anything and everything in its path. Terrified Talorians tried to flee its watery wrath, however not everyone escaped. Those that did cried and wailed, as they ran into the camp, desperate to find shelter and not become a sacrifice to the gods. L'Shaya and her followers began to pray whilst those who had challenged the Fleeters huddled together and joined in, hoping that the gods would spare them. Time was running out for those who called the planet home and for the away teams as the storm threatened to cut off communication with the ship. However they did answer Lieutenant Miren. =/\= Mac to Miren, yes we should be able to get those readings for you. However be advised that we might lose communications due to interference from the storm. It's covered most of the planet and shows no sign of slowing down =/\For a moment it seemed as though the channel had cut out until the voice of the duty officer spoke once more. =/\= We're still getting you those readings, however we did pick up solar flare activity =/\=l [L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]Primary L'Sho's aides bristled at the interruption. The man himself, however, made little show of any feeling at all. These people were obnoxious and tiresome, and he found himself missing the simpler times when all of their attention remained focused on their own system. "My people are semiaquatic, Lieutenant. But if your people want to waste their own resources protecting water-based Mammalia from... more water, then so be it."Another round of reports were handed to him, these in hastily written format. He sighed as he glanced at them, and then considered the question surrounding this stablisation grid. Under normal circumstances, when the planet faced damage on such a scale, his voice should be the sole of rule. Unfortunately, even though his forces would have to oversee evacuations and the relocation, shelter and feeding of so many millions of Talorians, he would have to run this by the others. The chance that they'd use this against him and present this option as blasphemous to the people was too high. "I must consult with the Council of Scholars. Excuse me."L'Sho stepped away, handing back the reports to his aides as he moved. He kept walking until he found himself in a less crowded corner of the tent, and muttered an order to an officer to open the required channels. T'Rok stepped into the space the Primary had just vacated in order to make sure the Fed didn't follow. He smiled a small, strange grin at Niles. Five long, agonising minutes later, Primary L'Sho returned. "You may deploy your grid. However, the Council has insisted that they be kept apprised of everything you do on this planet from now on." He said nothing else, but his jaw did tighten noticeably. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp Plaza, Talor Prime] Isaiah was optimistic once the Captain stated they had permission, pending approval by the Talorians. He nodded and proceeded to work up the necessary modifications that would be required for the science team. Cerjess spoke up to field the Captain's question about the proposed weather modification net failing. He's right. And I can't stress enough that this is a bandage at best. The only way to establish long-term relief is to discern the exact catalyst.Isaiah continued to work away as Lt. Niles left to convey Captain Eastman's message to L'Sho and hopefully gain consent. The science officer's attention shifted to Cerjess when he contacted the ship for additional sensor readings. The mention of solar flare activity proved to be a bit of an annoyance. "That activity isn't a game changer, but it's not going to make things easy," Isaiah said. "The flare activity could potentially cause issues with the probes' performance, as well as super-charge these storm systems. The planet's existing ozone layer could filter it enough, but we may not know for certain until that radiation meets Talor's ozone."It was yet another variable, but Quinn planned to do everything he could to mitigate the situation. He moved towards Cerjess and handed over the padd. "What do you think? If we use sixteen probes instead of twelve, we can reduce the strain on the subspace network by 22%," he explained. "That could give us more time to take a closer look at both of those epicenters."
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[NPC - Elder Kohr'don - Sector 1A, Arrivals, Prime Camp, Talor City] "I live to serve, my princess," Kohr'don said as he nodded his head slightly. The moment had been well-played by Elana. There were many that were skeptical of her ability to rule firmly, but she was proving them wrong with moments like this. Earning the people's trust and insulating herself by not allowing herself to be in a position where blame was hers alone. Princess Elana would be one to watch... and possibly one to work with. Perhaps the blood in her veins was as warm as the Gogha Sea. There was still an active volcano in its depths, heating the surrounding waters for kilometers. The Gogha Sea was where some of the most fiercest warriors on Talor had trained.
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Thea Baker
Command
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 22, 2021 8:11:35 GMT
[ Elana - Prime Camp, Talor City] " As do I" she replied as Kohr'don responded to her, before the storm began to get worse. Whilst they were semi aquatic, it didn't stop her from shivering a little as the wind howled and drops of pure ice fell. " Elder, we must do what we can with the storm getting worse. I fear that the gods haven't heard our prayers".She could see the panic in their people and hoped that the Bataqs would be able to do something or else all was lost. Elana also knew that they couldn't just stand around for much longer but their people needed them.
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[ Lt Aaron Neville - USS Mac, Talor Prime] Telling the away team about the solar flares had been pretty straightforward. However as they collected the readings, Neville was made aware of another possible problem. =/\= Lieutenant, we're sending you those readings, however the solar flare activity is getting worse =/\=
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 22, 2021 16:07:27 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]What Commander Quinn suggested wasn't quite what the junior scientist had in mind, but it would work to give them more time to figure out something more permanent. So the Trill simply nodded and turned his attention back to the PADD and the incoming readings as Quinn spoke with the Captain. Hearing the question posed, however, he spoke up once more, though didn't lift his gaze this time. "The net failing shouldn't make the storm approach any faster than it already is. It's basically just... hitting a pause button, as it were." Of course, something could always go wrong that would change that, but he chose not to go into those possibilities. Especially considering the unlikelihood of any of those faults actually happening. Miren's brow furrowed at something on the PADD, and he walked over to one of the pylons, tapping in a few commands. A bright light flashed between the equipment, and he glanced up at the sky before back down at the readings once more. Could it really be that simple...? He reached under his jacket to tap his badge. =A="Lt. Miren to the Mac. Can the ship sensors reach this system's sun from your current location? I need some general readings sent down if possible."=A= He hadn't expected the problem to be celestial, otherwise he would have requested the readings before he left the ship. Isaiah Quinn [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Prime Camp Plaza, Talor Prime] Isaiah was optimistic once the Captain stated they had permission, pending approval by the Talorians. He nodded and proceeded to work up the necessary modifications that would be required for the science team. Cerjess spoke up to field the Captain's question about the proposed weather modification net failing. He's right. And I can't stress enough that this is a bandage at best. The only way to establish long-term relief is to discern the exact catalyst.Isaiah continued to work away as Lt. Niles left to convey Captain Eastman's message to L'Sho and hopefully gain consent. The science officer's attention shifted to Cerjess when he contacted the ship for additional sensor readings. The mention of solar flare activity proved to be a bit of an annoyance. "That activity isn't a game changer, but it's not going to make things easy," Isaiah said. "The flare activity could potentially cause issues with the probes' performance, as well as super-charge these storm systems. The planet's existing ozone layer could filter it enough, but we may not know for certain until that radiation meets Talor's ozone."It was yet another variable, but Quinn planned to do everything he could to mitigate the situation. He moved towards Cerjess and handed over the padd. "What do you think? If we use sixteen probes instead of twelve, we can reduce the strain on the subspace network by 22%," he explained. "That could give us more time to take a closer look at both of those epicenters." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Prime Camp, Talor City]As the storm suddenly got even worse, Judy pulled her hood more tightly over her head, and hoped that the wind wouldn't get bad enough to snatch her umbrella. "If only we'd deployed it five minutes ago," she muttered under her breath. However, complaining - as cathartic as it often was - about it wouldn't make it better. Where she could help, maybe, was pitching logistical ideas to the scientists. "Should we launch even more probes to use as relays, to deal with the solar flare?" she asked.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
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Post by Joshua Niles on Apr 22, 2021 16:43:38 GMT
[L'Sho - Temporary Primary Command, Sector 1A, Prime Camp]Primary L'Sho's aides bristled at the interruption. The man himself, however, made little show of any feeling at all. These people were obnoxious and tiresome, and he found himself missing the simpler times when all of their attention remained focused on their own system. "My people are semiaquatic, Lieutenant. But if your people want to waste their own resources protecting water-based Mammalia from... more water, then so be it."Another round of reports were handed to him, these in hastily written format. He sighed as he glanced at them, and then considered the question surrounding this stablisation grid. Under normal circumstances, when the planet faced damage on such a scale, his voice should be the sole of rule. Unfortunately, even though his forces would have to oversee evacuations and the relocation, shelter and feeding of so many millions of Talorians, he would have to run this by the others. The chance that they'd use this against him and present this option as blasphemous to the people was too high. "I must consult with the Council of Scholars. Excuse me."L'Sho stepped away, handing back the reports to his aides as he moved. He kept walking until he found himself in a less crowded corner of the tent, and muttered an order to an officer to open the required channels. T'Rok stepped into the space the Primary had just vacated in order to make sure the Fed didn't follow. He smiled a small, strange grin at Niles. Five long, agonising minutes later, Primary L'Sho returned. "You may deploy your grid. However, the Council has insisted that they be kept apprised of everything you do on this planet from now on." He said nothing else, but his jaw did tighten noticeably. [ LT Joshua Niles Prime Camp, Talor City ]Oh, the Primary's staff certainly was not happy that one Starfleet officer would address the man! Well, that was too bad, for the Mac's mission to Talor Prime and how it was carried out was not contingent on their approval. L'Sho, on the other hand, showed very little emotion at being so addressed. Well, he certainly did not have to like being talked to, but as Captain Eastman had said, there was a degree of politicking involved here, and going outside of the previously agreed-upon mandate was the sort of thing that needed approval by the local authorities. Which meant going right to the top in this case. And Niles knew he should have expected a degree of snark, rather than gratitude at being willing to expend further resources to the benefit of his people. Protecting semi-aquatic people from water... while he himself had gone out sporting a personal forcefield that had kept him bone-dry in that downpour. Wasting resources protecting his people, while he wouldn't embrace his own choice of words. Smug bastard, Joshua thought as the man turned away to make a call as to the second part of his request. As the waited, that Lieutenant T'Rok stood directly before Niles, offering that odd smile. What was this one all about? Resentful of interference? Enjoying watching him stand there waiting for an answer? Honestly, Niles hardly cared. He was there to do a job, regardless of just how many axes to grind he may have with certain Talorians. Though when L'Sho returned, he certainly did not appear pleased. If not at the deployment of a weather stabilization grid, but that he no longer would be their sole point of contact anymore. "Thank you, Sir, I'll pass on the message to Captain Eastman. If you will excuse me?"So taking his leave, Niles headed back outside. Of course, he could have made the call from within the tent, but he certainly hoped that any watching eyes would see that Starfleet personnel were willing to endure the elements rather than remain in comfort within the tents, it would go a long way towards establishing their bona fide. However, he very quickly regretted his choice. The wind had picked up quite a bit, and the freezing rain was now mixed with some rather large hailstones that impacted with some truly unpleasant force. And the temperature had dropped. Which now made his borrowed, paper-thin poncho practically useless given that he was already soaked beneath it, and he shivered as he made his way back towards the Old Lady. "Captain, Primary L'Sho has approved both requests. He considers providing weatherproof clothing to his people to be a waste of resources but he will not stop us, and seemed supportive of the notion of a weather stabilization grid, if only a temporary one. He also let me know that we are to notify the Talorian Council of all further efforts we will undertake, and unless I'm badly mistaken, he certainly didn't like that he wasn't the sole point of contact and source of authority anymore. And..." he shivered violently as his sodden uniform started cooling down faster than he'd like. "Barring strenuous objections, I'm going to call down for a fresh jacket for myself before I freeze solid."
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Apr 23, 2021 0:37:19 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Talor Prime - Prime Camp Plaza]As the downpour increased, so did the scientist's excitement. He stood in the center of the pattern of pylons, wide eyes fixed on the PADD that was receiving the data from the Mac, seemingly oblivious to the hail that pelted him. When Quinn asked for his input on how many probes to launch for the weather net, he nodded distractedly. "The more the better. Don't worry about the epicenters though... Those are just a symptom." As more data came in, his excitement rose as well, and suddenly he was throwing back the hood of his jacket and turning to face Quinn, a broad smile on his face. "Look at this!" He held out the PADD to his superior, pointing to where the scans showed not only increased solar flares, but also fluctuations in thermal energy. "The sun is causing these storms! If we can filter out the increase of thermal and UV particles before they reach the Ozone layer, the weather will go back to normal!" He stood there, getting pelted by ice without a care in the world, eagerly awaiting the other scientist's opinion. After all, their investigation had moved into Isaiah's specialty, and Cerjess didn't want to assume he knew more about solar activity than the astronomer. The Trill was practically vibrating in his failed attempts at containing his excitement, however, looking very similar to a child awaiting a teacher's comment on a project they were exceptionally proud of.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
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Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 23, 2021 19:52:50 GMT
[ Thea - Medical Tent, Prime Camp, Talor City] As the wind began to howl and the storm got even stronger, Thea could only hope that the medical tent was sturdy enough to withstand the intensity of what was going on outside. She knew that a worse storm was on its way but clearly it had decided to show up earlier than anticipated. Which of course would make things that more difficult. However all they could do was continue, help the injured and sick and hope that a solution was found quickly. With that in mind, Thea helped two other Talorians to spare cots, administering both treatment and reassurance before Left Ear came over to her. The CMO could barely hear her over the noise but understood what was being said. She also had no issue with the Sivaoan assisting rather than taking the lead, especially with the circumstances that they were in. " That's understandable Left Ear, this isn't normal circumstances so let's get him prepped for surgery and you can definitely assist".Mi'Ka and her Mother stood out of the way, huddled together as the Bataqs took care of the Father, hoping that the gods would save him by letting them help.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Left Ear to-Ennien - Medical Tent] Left Ear went to the supplies and pulled out a surgical kit as well as two sets of protective gear. From a different crate she drew a pop-up curtain/barrier and a handy clamp light that would attach to just about anything. The Sivaoan carried all of this to the bed where the Talorian was lying, using her tail again to get everything at once. She set up the barrier that would give them a modicum of privacy and pinched the heavy fabric of the tent above the man's head to attach the bright lamp. Then she went about getting herself into the surgical robe. Her fur was quite inconvenient in these circumstances, but the surgical outfits Starfleet used covered her whole body tolerably well while still allowing her enough freedom of movement. Finally she sterilized her hands and waited for Thea to start the actual procedure, ready to do whatever the doctor needed of her. ---------- Tag Thea Baker
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